No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Yu Jiajia took his head and carefully aligned it with the neck. The incision was very complete, and it was obvious that the executioner had very good skills.

"Okay, don't fall anymore. There won't be a brave guy like me to take care of you when the time comes."

The man opened and closed his mouth again and again, as if he had not spoken for a long time. After trying for a long time, the words he said were unclear, as if he had two dates in his mouth. Yu Jiajia did not understand anything at all.

"I know you're highly intelligent, but I can't understand a word of your invented language."

The man looked around as if he wanted to catch a kid to translate, but he found that they were not as good as him.

Although she did not show any hostility, Yu Jiajia was still cautious towards this guy, keeping her eyes on his every move.

I don’t know if it was Yu Jiajia’s illusion, but I could see some awkwardness and shyness in him.

Yu Jiajia even suspected that her brain was damaged because she had been with Wen Liuyan for too long.

Her eyes accidentally caught sight of the white belt tied around his arm, which had something embroidered on it with gold thread.

"Fan?"

When the man heard the name "Fan", his eyes lit up instantly and he stared at Yu Jiajia's face.

The memories lost due to beheading gradually surfaced...

"Hey! I saved you. Shouldn't you sell yourself to me as a token of your gratitude?"

When the young man opened his eyes from his coma, he saw a handsome man in rich clothes, shaking the indenture in his hand and saying, "Do you agree? If you agree, then sign this indenture. If you don't, I'll throw you out of my carriage right now."

The boy tried hard to raise his hand, but in the end he just moved his fingers.

"Ouch! Look at my brain, I forgot that I picked you up from the mass grave with all those bandages wrapped around you."

"If you can't sign, you can put your fingerprint on it. Don't worry, I will never force you to buy or sell." The man said this, but his hands were not idle. He grabbed the boy's hand and forced his fingerprint on it.

The man took a look at the indenture in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, then folded it in half and put it in his lapel.

He lowered his eyes to look at the motionless boy lying there and promised, "When you pay back the medical expenses I advanced for you, I will give you back your freedom. Until then, you must be at my service. Welcome to become the handmaiden of a profiteer like me."

"Let me introduce myself. My last name is Yu, which means "remnant" or "extraneous." It means something that is not needed. You can also call me Mr. Yu."

"As for you, you've already died in a mass grave. I won't ask about your past. From now on, I'll call you 'Fan', the Fan who has been caged for so long and finally returned to nature. You... cough cough cough!"

Mr. Yu covered his mouth and began to cough uncontrollably, with red liquid dripping through his fingers.

After coughing, he took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood off his hands. It seemed like he was used to it.

"I almost forgot to tell you, your master is a consumptive. If you really can't pay the money for the medicine to redeem yourself, you can wait until you die."

After saying this, Mr. Yu leaned against the wall of the carriage and dozed off, as if the coughing just now had exhausted all his strength.

The carriage traveled day after day, and except for eating, the rest of the time was spent on the journey.

Fan didn't know where Mr. Yu was going, he only knew that Mr. Yu was a very good person.

Mr. Yu would feed him and change his medicine. Although he always complained, his gentleness could not be hidden in the details he showed.

Mr. Yu would blow on the bottle to test the temperature before feeding him, and would help him wipe the residue from his mouth after eating.

Mr. Yu didn't mind the thick blood on his body, and didn't care even if his expensive-looking clothes got dirty when changing the dressing.

Mr. Yu always has a mixture of medicine and flowers on his body, which smells very nice.

Mr. Yu is gentle and beautiful, as delicate as an orchid.

Mr. Yu...

Mr. Yu...

Mr. Yu...

"Mr. Yu, where is our next destination?"

"Xiang Ping."

"What are you doing there?"

"Doing business and seeking medical treatment at the same time."

"Can Mr. Yu's illness be cured?"

"No, I have a genetic disease. My grandfather passed it on to my father. My father was afraid that no one would take his body, so he gave birth to me even though he knew about the disease."

"Mr. Yu, can't you cure it by taking so many medicines every day?"

"If he had been cured, my father wouldn't have died in his early thirties."

"How old is Mr. Yu this year?"

"Twenty-six, how about you?"

"Sixteen years old."

"You're so young. I'll wait for you to die, but it won't prevent you from getting a family. That's great." Although he is only in his twenties, there is a sense of fatigue in Mr. Yu's words.

"Mr. Yu, you will not die. You will live a long life, a very long life, the kind that will last as long as the heavens."

"Pfft! Haha~" Mr. Yu was amused by his naive words. It was not the fake smile he used to wear when negotiating with clients, but the simplest smile that came from the heart.

"Okay~ I'll lend you my good wishes." Mr. Yu smiled and rubbed Fan's head.

Fan was a little flustered because it was the first time in his life that someone touched his head. He felt his heart pounding and his eyes unconsciously wanted to look at Mr. Yu, but he was afraid that he would mind his intrusion, so he always looked at him secretly.

After fully recovering, Fan took the initiative to take care of Mr. Yu's daily life.

He stayed by Mr. Yu's bedside when he slept.

Mr. Yu woke up and drew aside the bed curtain. He had already prepared breakfast and was waiting there with water for washing.

When Mr. Yu went out to the street to discuss business, he would carefully observe his surroundings and never let irrelevant people get close to him.

After all, he suffered from a cough, so his skin was whiter than that of ordinary people, which made his lips look more rosy. With his long hair that fell below his knees, his sickly look, and his clothes that shimmered in the sunlight and looked very expensive, it was difficult for him not to be targeted by criminals who were after money and sex.

"Mr. Yu, it's time to take your medicine."

With a smile on his face, Fan placed the medicine cooked in the inn's kitchen on Mr. Yu's table.

Mr. Yu glanced at this guy who couldn't hide his emotions and asked with interest, "What good thing happened to you?"

"Hehe~ Not really. I heard from people on the street that Dr. Li is a rare and rare doctor. Maybe he can really cure Mr. Yu's illness."

"It's just the same old stuff in a new bottle."